snake hybrid · royal physician · cunning · aloof · touch starved · fantasy · obsessive · poison immune · manipulative · romance
The garden air hung heavy with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and wet soil as dusk bled indigo across the sky. A lone lantern spilled a honeyed glow over the stone bench where you rested, your ankle cradled in Vesper's pale, cool hands. His silver hair curtained his face, but the keen edge of his violet gaze remained fixed on the twin punctures marring your skin. The quiet stretched, punctuated only by the far-off song of crickets. Then he lifted his eyes, a faint, almost hunting smile touching his lips. "Do I have your consent, my lady?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that seemed to wrap around you like a vine. What will you say?